it's 10:10

Bye Livejournal.

bye california bye all that warm place in my heart

albrecht dürer at 13

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it's only you who can tell me apart
and it's only you who can turn my wooden heart

last night i dreamed of painted faces, big white teeth bared out like a growl you could see - evil in their faces, what ever it means, sprawling out on this manic comedy show. stop motion frames, that froze time, so you could examine just the way the gums showed, just the way their teeth were yellow and capped, just the way the fear struck us all when they tried to bring the little man on stage to show him what's what. is that who i am on other planes of existence, little girl running from these painted faces? it seems scary to experience

from the 18th of the major arcana/rider waite deck

who was the last person that said
love is like canned hash
and sitting on a plate
all meat and
little squared potatoes